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Rough Seas

Off to sea at seventeen
To see a world I hadn’t seen
To find a place to call my own
Youthful vigor, this child grown

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This child grown yet not mature
Too many choices that’s for sure
Open eyes and open mind
Open mouth running blind

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Open mouths words will flow
Open heart with nowhere to go
Met a gal, our short time grand
We toured my ship hand in hand

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Phone calls followed, her “brother” met
One of a few I’d like to forget
He asked a favor, I obliged
I tried being good, I really tried

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But all was not as it appeared
Soon a meeting that I feared
Spoke with my Captain, a man truly trusted
He sat me down and said I was busted

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Twas that sweet young gal, I adored
Was an agent I brought on board
Years now past, I say what the hell
A sailor no more, but I’ve stories to tell

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Good Night

A flickering lantern swings gently in my night

Upon a fell tree sat this shaky hand to write

My moon does glow, shadows to grow

Fear and inhibitions go, words will flow

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‘til fiery red pupil flares, the looming eye of morning peers

Above the distant hills the dewy dawn burns

Dusty light surrounds and sounds of life return

Yet it is the dark of my night that I truly yearn

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Forging Change

 

Around the block a time too many

Quick to bend for the penny

Though change not found on the ground

While chasing a tail all around

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Change not found on the street

When heads in clouds and eyes on feet

For change is forged from within

To not share warmth one can’t begin

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With hammer heavy and anvil steady

Strike when hot and at the ready

Feel the burn and see the glow

Change’s forming with every blow

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Value anew will quench the way

Lungs full bellow every day

Brains to flame, time is ore

Same for all, some change more

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The Show Must Go On

Welcome all to the Hall of Knowledge

Knowing all I don’t allege

Though what’s known within these walls

Is the knowledge all known by no-one at all

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There are no books, tablets or scrolls

Nothings written of what’s unknown

Yet this knowledge exists, all right here

Filling the voids of this knowledge lair

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Knowledge hidden behind these great doors

Muffling the roars of the dragons snores

To open the doors the dragons would soar

Soaring dragons seen nevermore

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There’s also Centaurs that canter to and fro

Whilst the Mers and Unicorns laugh at their show

Some shards of light slip through the cracks

But without reflection they can’t get back

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So this Hall of Knowledge remains ever shuttered

Ensuring that future quests remain unfettered

Now off to the slide of gloom and despair

Or steps to the heavens, way, way up there

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As fitting an ending as ever can be

The show ends here of your fantasy

To go beyond there’s no return

Nothing to live for if nothing to yearn

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Oh!  And one last thing before you go

We can’t tell anyone of this show

We don’t want anyone else to know

Of this place we cannot go

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Porta-Poetry* Triku

*Rated IA (Immature Adult)

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Tissue Shrouds –

No matter the seats

An outhouse be – pit alone

Assesses its tone

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Haste Makes Waste –

Like the hasty turd

Rushing to an open door

Nourishing no more

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A Pig with Lipstick –

A penned little pig

Who plays in yesterday’s poo

Is someone’s lunch too

~*~

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